is bigger than Will Cullen. You can be replaced but the band cannot, not when there is so much money on the line.”
“Listen, Sasha, I just told you I didn’t plan on making any sweeping gestures or surprise announcements the press concerning my sexual orientation. Is there something wrong with you’re hearing? Do you have to get the wax cleaned out of your goddamn ears to understand the words comin’ outta my mouth?”
Her dark eyes flared. “You know what? Fuck you and I hope Laurel ends up dumping you in the end because you’re not worth it and the truth is, you never were.”
He smiled though it was mirthless and never reached his crystal blue eyes. “Laurel isn’t going anywhere and I’m not making a statement announcing my sexual orientation because it’s no one’s fuckin’ business, you got that?”
“Sasha, what’re you doing?”
Will turned to see Laurel at the same time as her sister.
“You know what I’m doing because we discussed it earlier today. I’m trying to get information so I can do my job.” Sasha dismissed her sister and focused her gaze back on Will.
“We both know this isn’t the time or the place. If you want to ask him questions then do it when we get to Vegas, not here at the airport. It’s not that important and you know it. You don’t have anything to announce within the next few days except your own engagement so leave Will the hell alone.”
Sasha opened and closed her mouth before she walked off and joined Grant in the private lounge they all shared.
“Thanks for saving my ass,” Will murmured as he grabbed Laurel by the waist and pulled her close.
“I know she doesn’t mean anything by it but she’s never been the most tactful of people and let’s face it, that’s what makes her so great for PR but still…she should at least be able to see that this is a difficult time for you at the moment. Her questions were out of line and with you losing Grant as a friend…not just what you two were to one another sexually…she should know better. It’s not the time or the place to discuss this.” Laurel slid her hands around his neck but she didn’t attempt to kiss him.
“So, why do you all the sudden give a shit after what I put you through?”
“What? I’m a bit confused by your question.”
“No matter how I slice it or dice it, what I did to you with Grant is still considered cheating. I was unfaithful and it doesn’t make a damn bit of difference you knew about it. I didn’t stay true to you and I allowed the history we had together to trump our relationship. You shouldn’t be defending me—perhaps your sister has a good point and I’m just some piece of shit who doesn’t deserve you and never did.” Will’s eyes never bothered to meet hers because he didn’t want to see the truth in her eyes.
Laurel dropped her arms from around his neck and pressed her hands against his chest as she shook her head adamantly. “Sasha has never said that to me, and furthermore, what happens between us is our business. She’s my sister, not my ward—I’ve been in my fair share of toxic relationships and believe me when I say that what you and I have is one of the most healthiest places I’ve been in a long time.”
“How can you say that when you’ve admitted to me how much I’ve hurt you? Yes, it would be different in Vegas but not much changes other than our location. You should know that after touring the world with me. At the end of the day, I’m still me and you’re still you.”
“True but we take responsibility for our actions, Will.” She stared at him and he realized he could get lost in those pools of hazel-green so easily. “No more cop outs about love and feelings and emotions getting in the way with what we have together. There’s no longer anything between you and Grant but a working relationship and as long as it stays that way then there will always be room here
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